My favorite thing about the "dead of winter" is pouring a finger of bourbon, grabbing my coat, and heading outside at dusk with my little female Westy "Arly" as the chill falls, walking around in the yard listening to the evening sounds, a dog barking in the distance, a few children late at play in the neighborhood, maybe a deer hunter's lone rifle shot in the lake swamp nearby, traffic on the bridge South of town hitting the expansion joints "ba-bip, ba-bip"...peace.
JR

Be strong, be of good courage.
God bless America, long live the Republic.